Mickayla laughed.“Almost anything goes at a biker rally.Pretty sure what Ryan meant to ask you is, if you want to go in October.”
I shook my head.“That wasn’t why I asked.After missing the last couple days of work, I’ll be lucky if I’m not working every weekend in October.”
I felt Ryan’s eyes on me.“Why?”
After a sip of my gimlet, I said, “My boss is intent that I hit a specific milestone in sales for this month.Right now, I should be able to pull that off, but if I don’t, there will be even more pressure to really ramp up in October.”
“Do you think you’ll hit your goal this month?”Mickayla asked.
I pressed my lips together.“Not to jinx anything, but it is dependent on meeting with new clients.”
Mickayla shot a pointed look at Ryan.“How long do you think this is going to continue?”
Ryan sighed.“Hard to say.Rusty made his approach, but we don’t know when the Corrupt Chrome MC will show.”
Mickayla shook her head and grabbed a tortilla chip.“I don’t see why the brothers need to wait on another MC to arrive before you just make Rusty go away.”
I squeezed the lime wedge into my drink.“Something that’s been bothering me is that Rusty knew Boyd’s dead, but he didn’t report it.What’s up with that?You would think it would be in the news.”
Ryan pulled his phone out.“You’re right.And it makes me wonder what he did with Boyd because a funeral director isn’t going to take a body without a death certificate or some proof shit’s on the up and up.”
“I guess we should have—” Ryan’s finger on my lips cut me off.“Sorry,” I whispered.
He gave a single nod.“You’re right, we should have dealt with the other.”
Mickayla grinned at us.“Look at you two… Talking about something without mentioning it.”
“Whatever,” Ryan muttered, focused on his phone, and sent out a text.
“Are you sure this is the last thing we need before another inspection?”Mr.Willamet, my client, asked.
“Yes, sir.I’ll get the second inspection scheduled within the next two weeks and let you know exactly which date,” I said.
My client groused a little more about the process, and once I had him appeased, I ended the call.
After lunch, Mickayla had dropped us at the clubhouse and Ryan took off for work on his bike.I came down to the vacant common room, and returned some phone calls.
A red-haired woman strolled into the room and smiled at me.“You must be Ivy.”
“I am,” I said.
She sat on the couch that was adjacent to mine.“I’m Abby.You’re just as stunning as Blood said you are.”
My eyes widened.“He said that?We only met once.”
She chuckled.“Once is usually all it takes.”Her focus concentrated on the side of my face.“Your black eye is healing well.If you have the right kind of concealer, you can hide it from most people.”
“What kind of concealer would you recommend?”
Her eye brow ticked up and down.“The good kind.I’ll see if I have some in my room.”
“That’s very nice of you, but I don’t want to impose.”
She shot me a closed lip smile.“Girlie, you’re not imposing.You’re part of the family now even if Nickel doesn’t claim you, because I heard about your connection to Lark.”Her expression turned wistful.“Blood and I were there when Zeus dared him to become a donor.It’s surreal to be hanging with you now.”
I closed my eyes for a beat as her words ran through my mind.“He really did that on a dare?”
She turned her hands up and spread her arms out.“I stopped trying to figure the brothers out a long time ago.They do what they do, and I just pray nobody gets arrested.”She paused.“Or shot.”
